I’m Not The Hana Everyone Told Me

There Are Some Losses We Never Get Over.

I Shiver, Thinking How Easy It Is To Be Totally Wrong About People-to See One Tiny Part Of Them And Confuse It For The Whole, To See The Cause And Think It's The Effect Or Vice Versa

Once Mo Had Closed The Gates, He Returned To His Little Stone Hut, And His Half-eaten Sandwich Of Butter And Canned Sardines, And His Mug Of Thick Hot Chocolate, Which Every Night He Poured Carefully Into A Thermos Labeled Coffee.

How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

The Salt Blowing Off The Sea Makes The Air Feel Textured And Heavy.